I want his fingers to always find the spaces in between mine.
I hope you will be worth what I give up.
I will not apologize for who I am. I will not apologize for what I need. I will not apologize for what I want.
I pray you’re ok. That it’s ok. I pray all the parts of you that I remember are still there. I pray that you’re happy. Even if it’s not with me.
You’ve got to own your own days and name them, each one of them, every one of them, or else the years go right by and none of them belong to you.
…Then I did the simplest thing in the world. I leaned down… and kissed him. And the world cracked open.